For several months I’ve been stuck on the book. Should I write about being a spoonie with cancer? Do I write only about my cancer experience? Who the hell cares about this book? That wasn’t rhetorical. I have a practical side and if I’m going to throw serious time and effort behind creating this book? It has to make a profit somehow. And the best way is for it to sell to actual people it can help. If no one cares, I thought, could I add all the resources I found to make it at least helpful? Am I too friggin exhausted still, to be writing anybody’s book? It’s a lot to consider. Then today I had an explosion on Twitter. It was sparked by a polite public exchange, then a very rude private exchange, in which two different people tried to tell me that vitamin/mineral deficiencies were at the root of my illness problems. (Meanwhile I take a liquid mineral complex daily and am on three prescription megadoses of vitamins and two non-prescription ones. I have spirulina in my house at all times and I promise I hit my daily allowance for vegetables more often than anyone you know. FOH.) So here are my rant(s). I’m so goddamn sick of you over-privileged Kumbaya assholes. I’m not sick because I didn’t catch the Holy Spirit. Fuck. You. pic.twitter.com/BQQS8xpDhF — Tinu Abayomi-Paul?? (@Tinu) September 22, 2017 Meanwhile, I’m pretty open about being a Christian. Not that it’s anyone’s business but I

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